(Dedicated to my betters)
Wednesday, 24th. July, 196….; Morning Session (Robert Hansen
and Allen Truport)
discussed sure discussed
WORK HABITS. Bob ingests, ingests, ingests, so we get those
wonderfully turned —
Allen keeps large notebooks
he told us
he notes down EVERYTHING. a kind of spatial flowing
he writes all the time as much as possible;
it’s like hanging a coat in a closet: you’ve
got to get in there. reasonableness may not be
enchanting, but said Allen, it is REWARDING.
a big notebook, he said, by God that’s the
like Genet on the sand
what the primary interest is and should be is ingesting,
ingesting, a kind of pulmonary percuss indrawn, tightened and
then placed upon the paper, the marble in tight order of grip,
allowing the function to be the (possible) anguish rather than
MESSAGE or a) art-order
Allen: I want to write
so that when I die
all the shit will be out of me, I mean the guff, the nonsense,
the turds yes, ah, I mean —- that I have expressed enough
ENOUGH you see to
R.H. — I realize the standard essence of all your POETRY;
I say content is an extension of form. we must barter
for a firmer divinity. the conduct of children,
for instance, is fairly free but
and in the final
multiplication . . . useless.
I would say that the difference between
Hansen and Truport is that Hansen KNOWS
what he is
Evening Session (R.H. and A.T.)
Boy says priests should stick to their robes and leave
Allen says political poetry or poetry dealing with immediate
causes and reflections is
interesting, and interesting
goes well, badly written
or not, it appears IMPORTANT, it appears sympathetic
and the ONE THING I do not want to do is lose
Thursday, July 25th.; no classes:
a dozen of us had gone over to Buchanan 106
for the hell of
to use the lecture room
but we found some WOMEN in there
and they appeared HOSTILE when we walked in and
even MORE hostile when we began talking about
their hostility is perhaps understandable because we
tend to them.
they’ll just have to WAIT until workshop
CLASSES to get a portion of our
But it was really something, all of us there together,
talking, TALKING,— Hansen, Truport, Missions, De Costro,
Sevadov, and Starwort, all all
here in ONE room was
the heart of American POETRY
Friday, July 26th., Morning Session:
De Costro dominated the whole damned meeting. he has
big hands and many
IDEAS. Truport appears to be afraid
of De Costro. Hansen cools it. nobody gets along.
yet there is no
YELLING. these are not only poets.
De Costro says the root of the thing is transferred to the tree
and the tree dies and
history is pretty
disappointing. it’s easier to chop down a
tree than a poem, he says. history chops
FUCK ALL MEANING! Bob suddenly screams.
then, in softer voice:
we ought to discard.
we all agree that feeling is everything and
we go out for coffee
leaving three girls sitting
there with their dresses hiked-up around their
Monday, July 29th.; Morning Session:
I saw all FIVE OF THEM!!!
around a desk
Phillip didn’t ARGUE didn’t say much
and left before the meeting was OVER
but explained he’d wait
OUTSIDE for the free lunch. his books haven’t been
Starwort read his MAN ON A STREETCAR RUNNING
from BENT LILY #8.
I couldn’t understand his
but will have to see
the work in print before I make a
Maybe Allie Denby
will send me a
copy of the issue, tho, alas, I understand it is
now a RARE ITEM
going for 20 dollars out of Fort Lauderdale.
the past can only take place in the PRESENT, if you
know what I mean, said
Truport said he was afraid of being BROKE. he was
lined up for one more session at the
U. of K.
but hadn’t heard much
more. of course, he’d been moving
around quite a bit in TOUCH AND
OUT OF TOUCH:
Paris, Cuba, the Congo, India, Moscow and Denver, Colorado.
we spoke of THE CANTOS.
Pound continually tries to find space
AREAS, ARENAS OF CONTOUR for his extra-cerebral power-
uningrained . . . uncontrived soul-mind . . . like a . . . like a
whip lashing against the sides of an old
we want a COMPLETE EMERGENCE, said De Costro.
nothing half nothing wilted
we want the poetic Christ-thing walking out of
and TEACHING —- not from the TOP-down
but through and through and
god damn it to hell, said Starwort. suddenly.
in taking my notes I could not fit it into
First Workshop session with R.H.
he seemed to say a lot that I didn’t understand but
the others seemed to understand
and the session went well.
Bob looked well. I had a
Wednesday, July 31st., Morning Session (most of us there.)
there was again the old argument about Caryl Chessman
Sacco and Van., all of which, I am afraid, I no longer
I am AFRAID
I am getting tired
although the others appear very
I need SECURITY, said Hansen. I need a perpetual FATHER
and with a GOOD JOB or my work is
Allen read some of his stuff. I understand some of it
but FRANKLY, I think he tends to
holler and OVERSTAGE.
I left with a
Friday, August 2nd.; Morning Session:
Allen spoke of some of the poetry he had seen in
the campus shithouses and said it was pretty
then Wm. Burroughs was discussed
his USE of timely and pertinent
news material that RELATED . . .
by clipping out words in the paper
and pasting them in DIFFERENT ORDER
A NEW ORDER
and a neutralization of time and event
THIS WAs imporTANT. YeS. I’ll sAY sO.
we all admitted that we often read TIME and
then Allen read
this time from UNpubliSHeD
dIrEcTlY FrOM The JOuRnAls
there were 250 people attending
and he read LOUDLY and I had another
he screamed for FOURTYFIVE MINUTES! then became
exhausted, you couldn’t hear him, his voice BECAME
a monotonous drone and he asked the audience:
may I stop now?
they applauded LOUDLY.
Sunday, August 4th.:
the janitor had locked all the doors on the campus so
we met at Hansen’s room and drank port wine. Denise and
Margaret came up but they were SAFE.
although everyone appeared a little sullen.
I think it was being LOCKED-OUT like that.
later in the night Allen grew angry and slapped
Bob. then Allen read his poetry again. it was
good being their altogether all of us.
I have tried to take the notes and hope you have
next Summer I am sure we will be
and I look forward
to these great American poets
and their DISCUSSION of what makes POETRY GO, what it
AnD To hAVe tHeM rEaD ThEiR OWN WORKS OnCe
—Clyde Tompkins, campus University of L., August 5, 196-
(Dedicated to my betters)